He is the supreme and glorious monarch, but the land under his feet and the people behind him do not admire him in their hearts, but another man, the man who kills people everywhere with a machete in his hand.
How could the Northern Moon Emperor allow this to happen?
The originally pure heart began to grow ferocious, twisted, and curled up on the dragon chair in the Nine Layers Palace, turning into endless killing intent.
At that time, he worshiped and admired him.
Later, he wanted to kill him at all costs.
However, he hasn't lost yet!
A faint smile appeared on Bei Yuehuang's face. He had already prepared for the worst and thought of a way to deal with it.
"Your Majesty Beiyue."
On the eaves, Aventurine pursed his lips and said: "Xixun Princess Xin Wanjun died in the battle of the Four Dynasties. Everyone witnessed the battle that day. The fighting was fierce and endless. If Xin Wanjun had not died, Qingge would have died.
What's more, in the Four Dynasties Conference over the years, more or less people have died in the ring. Which of these people is not the prince and grandson of the major empires? Has anyone ever asked about the crime? "
Although he talks a lot, his masculine temperament is cold, he speaks slowly and rationally, and he speaks coherently.
"Furthermore, Qingge is the princess of Anguo in Beiyue, and the third daughter of the Ye family, one of the aristocratic families."
After a pause, Aventurine continued: "This is the first time I have seen the emperor with his elbows turned outwards. It is really surprising."
"Ye Qingge killed the prince of the dynasty, should he be punished?" Beiyue Emperor said angrily.
Aventurine smiled slightly, "The emperor is so angry that he no longer has independent thought. The young prince Bei Yueming poisoned Qingge with the poison of seven emotions. He has evil intentions and his lustful heart is obvious. The emperor will not properly appease Princess Anguo.
His mood made him blame Princess Anguo, which is really inappropriate."
Beiyue Emperor almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Why hadn't he noticed before that the Prince of Dongling, who rarely spoke much, could actually speak so sharply and sharply?
His father was killed, and he still had to comfort the murderer? He also had to ask if your hand hurts?
Although he was the one who set up a trap to kill Bei Yueming, it was indirect after all, and it was unknown to anyone. Ye Qingge was the direct killer.
"No one can resist the poison of the seven birds."
Beiyue Huang said: "I look at Princess Anguo's complexion, and she doesn't look like she has been poisoned by love."
"Princess Anguo possesses a rare treasure. She has extraordinary strength and always surprises people. What is the poison of the seven birds?" It was Mu Qi who took over the words. On top of the horse, Mu Qi held the reins with both hands and turned back to Qingge.
A smile.
Not to mention the origin of the flame dragon in the Morris Grand Canyon, on that day when the four dynasties fought, he and Zhan Qiu faced off. At the critical moment, if Qingge hadn't rushed to the competition ring to save him, I'm afraid the rest of his life, Mu Qi's, would really
It's a useless joke.
During the two thrilling moments, the girl in front of him pulled him.
He, Mu Qi, is a grateful person. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of water, let alone a life-saving kindness.
Qingge didn't know why Aventurine spoke for her, but she knew that Mu Qi was sincere. Although the two were not close friends of life and death, the bond between them had its own way of talking about the fate of the two.
"Okay, you're good!"
Beiyue Emperor laughed angrily, his face turning red.
He suddenly looked at everyone with a fierce look and gave an order, "Give them all to me. Take the guilty girl Ye Qingge into the dungeon and ask her to behead her!"
Five thousand dead soldiers surged past from behind the Beiyue Emperor, their swords at war. Ye, Mo, and Xiao Beiyue all took out their weapons. Tu Lieyun waved his hand, and all the members of the Lieyun mercenary group showed their weapons.
sword.
The mercenaries in the mercenary group are all tough men who value love and righteousness. They have accompanied him all the way to Manhuang City, Liuhai, and Phoenix Mountain, making them regard Qingge as one of their own.
Even if I die fighting for it today, I will not regret it.
Mo Xie releases his spiritual energy, which is the thirteenth level of innateness.
The Wuxie knife was revealed, and he rushed out suddenly. Among the dead soldiers, he was the god of decisive killing. His red clothes were like fire, and he was wreaking havoc. Under the Wuxie knife, there was only blood everywhere and corpses piled up.
Qing Ge has never seen such a murderous Mo Xie. Not only in her memory, but also in the impressions of the world, and even in the history books, Mr. Xie of the Mo family has always been a sweetheart, who dares to love and dare to love.
Hate, a dream of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, and a drunkenness when there is nothingness.
Throwing his head and spilling his blood, he aimed a horizontal knife towards the sky, and his thin body could lift a piece of the sky, bringing blooming flowers and warm spring to the woman behind him.
"Grandpa, if the emperor insists on Qingge's death, we must kill him to end this fierce battle." Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingcheng stepped forward and said.
Ye Qingtian lowered his eyebrows, sighed helplessly, and then became murderous again, "He forced us."
He couldn't protect his son and granddaughter, who only knew brotherhood. Even if he risked his life, he had to protect her with his life.
"With my brother here, you will be safe."
Ye Wuhen's broad figure blocked the moonlight, and Ye Wuhen stretched out his hand to rub Qing Ge's head, then turned around and joined the battle.
Qingge saw that the man she called her brother had no swords in his hands. But when those pale and slender hands stretched out, the dead soldier who was coming towards him immediately had his head missing. His hands were broken.
Countless human bones.
He walked forward without any scruples, his noble and elegant figure like a flower blooming by the Wangchuan River.
The dead soldiers behind him were grinning in pain. Their arms were removed by the man's bare hands, and their necks were broken. Although they were still alive, they were worse than dead.
Ye Wuhen grabbed the neck of a dead soldier in front of him, and the dead soldier raised his sword high and was about to stab Ye Wuhen in the eyes.
As the spiritual energy surged, Ye Wuhen smiled evilly, and his smile was lost in the dark night.
He suddenly raised his eyes, lighting a bloodthirsty lamp in his dark pupils. Just when the sword was about to pierce his eyes, Ye Wuhen suddenly kicked his kneecap.
This kick was comparable to a sword, and the sound of broken bones was heard. The sword slipped from the dead man's hand and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
The next moment, Ye Wuhen's hand clasping the dead man's neck and the hand on the dead man's Tianling cover violently twisted together. A "click" sound sounded, and the dead man's neck was touched by Ye Wuhen.
It's worth breaking.
Throwing the corpse of the dead soldier on the ground, Ye Wuhen clapped his hands softly, took out a rose handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped away the dust in his hands.
At this time, another wave of dead soldiers came.
They surrounded Ye Wuhen from all sides, raising their swords high and slashing at Ye Wuhen.
Ye Wuhen stood under countless swords, with a murderous aura above his head. He lowered his head slightly, his pupils were as deep as the ancient wells, bottomless, and as awe-inspiring as the cold wind passing by at the end of winter.
Outside the battlefield, Qingge was protected by Ye Qingtian. She looked at Ye Wuhen who was in danger, and her heart seemed to tremble.
She didn't want Ye Wuhen to get hurt.
Although she knew that Ye Wuhen was hiding deep and his strength was more than that.